Female Swordsman Training Dojo

The noodle shop owner's son rushed over with a wooden stool, but was immediately struck on the head by Gojiro Yamashita with an iron rod.

Chapter 122

A dull thud and the sound of someone falling down rang out almost simultaneously. Yamashita Gojiro spat at the man who had fallen, raised his hand, and threatened again, his hand still stained with bright red liquid: "Hey, what's going on here? How dare you attack me? That's a serious crime, illegal assault and all that... But I'm a good guy, I'll just give you a little compensation, two hundred yen will do."

"How...how could this be? I really have no money left!"

The aged-looking boss knelt on the ground as if the sky had fallen. Yamashita Gojiro sighed as if his heart had softened, and kindly offered a suggestion.

"Since that's the case, then I'll just have to take the loss. Your son's wife is quite pretty, isn't she? Maybe she can pay it off after working at our store for a few days."

He kindly helped the shop owner up and patted the dust off his clothes: "How about it? My suggestion is pretty good, isn't it? It's much more profitable than running a small, run-down noodle shop like this. And you don't have to worry, the contract is in your hands. You can just pay off the debt and then redeem her."

That's all nonsense. Once a woman enters a brothel, how can she possibly escape? Pay back the money? You ate, drank, and used my things in the brothel, don't you expect me to pay? Not to mention, how many people would actually redeem a woman who has been abused?

But these fools are so easy to fool, so good at deceiving themselves. Yamashita Gojiro smiled kindly, waiting for his boss's reply.

The noodle shop owner looked around at the messy shop and his son lying on the ground, his life hanging in the balance. His straight back suddenly went limp: "Yes..."

“That’s more like it.” Yamashita Gojiro laughed happily, but the smile didn’t last long. “It’s your mother!”

The aged body slammed forward, striking Yamashita Gojiro in the chest, causing him to stumble and fall against the table behind him. Although he wasn't seriously injured, being successfully overpowered by an old man still infuriated Yamashita Gojiro.

"You bastard! You're asking for it!"

The iron rod slammed down mercilessly. It didn't matter that an old man was dead; they could just take his wife away later and still get the job done. Maybe they could even have some fun first.

Thinking this, Yamashita Gojiro licked his lips, revealing a lewd smile, but the next moment his face froze. A gleaming katana had sliced ​​across his wrist, leaving a deep wound, and bright red blood gushed out, landing on the iron rod that had fallen to the ground before him.

"You bastard! Who are you?!"

Yamashita Gojiro masked his unease with a roar, howling at the woman who had suddenly appeared before him, "I am a member of the Demon Dragon Society's direct line! Do you want to die?!"

Contrary to what Yamashita Gojiro had expected, the woman before him showed no fear in the face of his threat; instead, she seemed to find it somewhat amusing. Yamashita Gojiro was all too familiar with that look—a look that treated him like a joke. The last woman to look at him like that was still working as the cheapest sex slave in the lowest of the low, the Zashiki-yaki.

But facing this woman now, he didn't even dare to have any fantasies in his mind, afraid that his gaze would reveal his thoughts, because this woman was holding a katana.

Samurai? Female samurai? Never heard of them!

"Violence, assault, extortion, trespassing, verbal coercion—you're under arrest for multiple offenses, you beast!" To Yamashita Gojiro, Inoue Shibaya's words—Hanazawa Nana's classmate—it sounded like a fantasy. When had they ever been subject to the law? Even if they were taken to the police station, at most they'd be detained for a few days and fined.

But looking at the woman in front of him, Yamashita Gojiro instinctively felt that something was wrong and that he couldn't let her take him away.

Then his only options were to resist or run away… He touched his chest, where his most precious possession lay, but it was broad daylight, and if he dared to use it, he would surely die. If he didn't use it, just thinking about that last stab, he had no confidence in winning.

Let's run! Let's get out and call the others to join us!

Yamashita Gojiro growled and assumed an attack stance. The woman opposite him fell for it and seriously raised her knife. Then Yamashita Gojiro turned and ran, rushing out of the noodle shop, before inevitably pausing for a moment.

The streets, which had been as normal as ever, were now filled with women dressed in kendo uniforms and carrying real swords. His companions were being hacked down one by one, clutching their bleeding limbs and howling in pain. Naturally, he was stunned by this scene.

But it's alright, Inoue Shibaya thoughtfully helped him out of his stunned state with a deep, bone-revealing wound.

Yamashita Gojiro howled and burst into his fastest speed, sprinting towards the Nishikiyama Group's office. The upside-down scene before him made him instinctively want to seek a sense of security, and in his opinion, the Nishikiyama Group was the safest place.

"This isn't like you, Shibaya. How did that small fry manage to escape from your grasp?" Harunobu yawned as he walked over. "Is there something on your mind?"

As an ordinary disciple whose entry time was second only to Hanazawa Nana and Saten Yoko, Inoue Shibaya could now barely obtain a first-level mastership from the system, and her Hiten Mitsurugi-ryu style had even reached the intermediate level. Unlike Hanazawa Nana, who was known for her laziness, she didn't seem like the type to be easily escaped by Yamashita Gojiro.

“You can’t fool me, Teacher’s College.” Inoue Shibaya made a bloody shudder, shaking off the dirty blood from her knife. “I let him escape on purpose. Once he ran back to his hideout, wouldn’t we have a reason to search it?”

"You, don't you even consider whether you can beat a whole group of Yakuza..." Harunobu said, pausing for a moment before putting his hands on his hips. "You even schemed against the teachers' college. Did you learn bad habits from Nana?"

"They're already running away, Teacher's College!" Inoue Shibaya changed the subject. "Over there!"

"Really...you come too!" Harunobu chased after Yamashita Gojiro, slowly forcing him into the Nishikiyama Group.

Then he swaggered over, not even bothering with the two gatekeepers, and kicked the door open: "Open the door! Exorcise the monster!"

Chapter 118: The Demise of the Jinshan Group

The sturdy door collapsed inwards, kicking up dust. Two angry and alarmed gatekeepers, the Yakuza, also fell, knocked to the floor by the disciples who had accompanied Qingxin. The glossy paint cracked, revealing the unsightly wood beneath. A cacophony of footsteps echoed from inside, preceded by a series of trilled sounds.

"You're asking for it, you bastard!"

"I'll kill you, you bastard!"

"Who dares to cause trouble for our Jinshan Group!"

The sound alone exuded a fierce and terrifying aura, which commanded respect. Inoue Shibaya and the other disciples raised their katana as if facing a formidable enemy.

Until those Yakuza actually appeared and saw Harunobu.

"Ping-Ping-Ping Harunobu!!"

Like being enjoying a hotpot and singing songs when suddenly attacked by bandits, screams erupted from the Yakuza. Their previous ferocity and arrogance were completely replaced by tension and fear. As for Yamashita Gojiro, who had just been adding fuel to the fire in his aid to the young leader? He had already been slapped to the ground and was ignored by everyone.

"Master Taira, what brings you here?" Kondo Sawamura, the current assistant to the head of the Nishikiyama Group and the most promising candidate to become the next head of the Nishikiyama Group, smiled obsequiously and skillfully stuffed a large wad of banknotes into Harunobu's hand. The disciples who witnessed this scene had strange expressions, as it looked as if Harunobu frequently came to extort money from them.

In particular, Harunobu actually accepted it.

Just as Inoue Shibaya was considering whether the teacher's college had lured these female college students in to kill them, Harunobu taught them another lesson. As he stuffed the banknotes into his pocket, he ordered in a very calm voice, "Alright, you're all coming with me to the police station to turn yourselves in. Shibaya, go search for evidence."

Kondo Sawa, who had just smiled, froze on the spot. Inoue Shibaya and the others stared at their beloved teacher with expressions of utter disbelief. Well, how to put it...no wonder she's a teacher so highly regarded by Hanazawa Nana. If they didn't follow...

Chapter 123

They are exactly the same in terms of playing by common sense.

With a smirk, Inoue Shibaya waved her hand: "Yuko, Michiko, let's go."

"Stop!" Of course, Kondo Sawa was not going to let them search the office. He was joking; there were ledgers and goods inside. If any one of them were exposed, it would be enough to send them to jail for life, or even to be kicked out of jail.

Before he could say anything more, a devilish voice rang out, freezing him in place.

"Do you have any opinion?"

Harunobu looked at the colorful Yakuza and smiled, revealing a set of bright white teeth. "To my disciple, or to me?"

Kondo Sawa was sweating profusely, but he withstood the pressure and firmly said, "Master Taira, as far as I know, you don't have the authority to search private buildings, do you?"

“Yes, you’re right.” Harunobu nodded, but this time no one was happy for him. This made Harunobu a little disheartened. He said hastily, “I don’t have the authority to search private buildings, but I’m currently pursuing a criminal who committed assault and extortion. So many people outside saw him run into your office. Are you trying to protect him?”

Without hesitation, Kondo Sawa pulled Yamashita Gojiro, who was lying on the ground, out of his lap: "I'm reporting! Master Taira! I'm reporting! This bastard is trying to frame our Nishikiyama Loan Agency!"

Although it was a blatant act of betrayal, no one expressed any dissatisfaction. The Yakuza were only thinking that if they had known it was Yamashita Gojiro who had brought Taira Harunobu here, they should have locked that bastard up outside and left him to die!

Ren! Xia!

"Huh? Where?" Harunobu gave Yamashita Gojiro a bright smile, but his eyes were blank, like the innocent wonder of someone untouched by knowledge. "I don't see anything. Do you have something in your hand?"

Looking at Harunobu's sunny and cheerful smile, Kondo Sawa felt an urge to punch him, but he knew that would only break his own hand, and maybe even his neck. Meanwhile, Inoue Shibaya and the others had already headed straight for the team leader's office on the top floor.

"There might still be a chance now," Harunobu said in a low voice, looking at Kondo Sawa. "You should have that medicine too, right? Don't you need it? With so many people around, we might have a chance to kill me."

Kondo Sawa looked at Harunobu as if he'd seen a ghost, instinctively reaching for his chest, but then stopping. Putting aside the possibility of him successfully swallowing the drug at this distance, even if he did manage to transform, it was broad daylight, and there was a whole crowd of people outside!

If he dares to transform now, regardless of whether he can defeat Hiraharu Shin, the Nishikiyama Group will be wiped out by spellcasters, samurai, police, and even the military by the afternoon. Even the Demon Dragon Society won't escape.

"Tsk, what a coward." Harunobu suddenly reached out and tore open the fabric covering Kondo Sawa's chest, taking out a small wooden box. "Is this the medicine? It shouldn't be something that everyone can use."

Kondo Sawa remained silent; nothing about the medicine could be said.

Harunobu didn't care. He simply opened the wooden box, took out the medicine, and then grabbed Kondo Sawa's neck with one hand. The latter tried to resist and dodge, but it was pointless. Without transforming, he was only slightly stronger than an ordinary person and couldn't compare to Harunobu when he was using Thunder Breathing.

Under the oppressive pressure of suffocation, Kondo Sawa's mouth began to open, and Harunobu threw the medicine in, looking at him expectantly.

Unfortunately, Kondo Sawamura didn't transform until Inoue Shibaya and the others came down carrying a large stack of notebooks and boxes.

"So it was still under his own control..." Harunobu scratched his head in disappointment. "Fine, the guy who still has the drugs can just hand them over."

It's normal that there's no movement.

Harunobu abandoned Kondo Sawa and began to strip them naked himself. Dozens of Yakuza stood frozen like logs, letting Harunobu do as he pleased, until they were left only with their loincloths.

After all, there are female disciples watching over them.

Harunobu finally obtained two more pills, including the one that Yamashita Gojiro had. He planned to take them to the shrine maiden later to test what kind of magic these things had that could turn people into monsters.

After Haruno finished writing, Inoue Shibaya came over: "Teacher, the evidence is all here. These guys are really something..."

The female college student's face was flushed with anger; the search had clearly been an eye-opener for her. Not to mention him, even Qingxin, who had glanced at the ledgers, was astonished. Protection fees weren't the Jinshan Group's main source of income; they primarily operated a loan sharking business—the kind that would beat you to death if you didn't lend, and would beat you again if you tried to pay back early!

There's also the sex industry, where the prostitutes are paid quite well, 25 yen a month. However, their food, lodging, bathing, and excretion costs are also high, meaning on average, the prostitutes owe the Kinzan Group 15 yen a month. 40 yen a month for living expenses—are these prostitutes, or some high-ranking official's daughter?

There are also some scattered gambling and extortion activities, which are also completely unscrupulous. Just these things, clearly written down, are enough to make the entire Jinshan Group eat peanuts. Or should we send them to Hokkaido to catch crabs?

Let's see how the police department decides.

"Retreat! Take these guys back with you!"

And so, a bizarre scene unfolded on the streets of Asakusa. The once-respectable and unbridled Yakuza, stripped down to their loincloths, shivered like castrated ducks in the early spring wind, strung together by a rope and led to the police station. And they were led there by a group of women.

The names of Aozorakan, Guerrilla, and Hiraharu Nobu, like the wind, blew into the ears of everyone in Asakusa.

Chapter 119: You're Going a Bit Too Extreme

A large group of naked men wearing only loincloths were taken to a detention center—not a koban, as Japanese koban are basically just large guard posts and don't have the function of detaining prisoners. But it's impossible to send prisoners directly to jail without trial, so detention centers came into being. All prisoners are temporarily detained here before going to court and while waiting for their verdict.

Although it wasn't a formal handover, the person he handed over to was a familiar face.

"Good afternoon, Uncle Tanaka and Director Tachibana."

Uncle Tanaka was none other than Tanaka Yu. As Harunobu's closest partner, he naturally came to see Harunobu's haul. Although the sheer scale of the gains was enough to drive him mad, it also filled him with immense satisfaction. He had long wanted to deal with the Yakuza of the Demon Dragon Society!

The other warden, Director Tachibana, is the highest-ranking officer in this detention center and also Harunobu's partner. They've been cooperating since Harunobu started arresting wanted criminals. And their cooperation has been very pleasant; otherwise, Harunobu wouldn't have specifically requested that people be sent here.

However, even this seasoned warden was starting to lose his composure. As he watched the female disciples of Qingkong Pavilion herd the naked man into the detention center like pigs, he had the unsettling feeling that he himself had become a human trafficker and was receiving piglets.

He silently took off his glasses and wiped them, making the scenery in front of him clearer.

Yes, it's true.

Moreover, there are quite a few big fish in there, such as the assistant to the head of the Nishikiyama Group, the strategist of the Tanaka Group, and some nicknamed figures like the Four Heavenly Kings and the Three Protectors. These people don't seem like the type to go around collecting kickbacks.

Of course, this doesn't mean they're good people. It's just that established Yakuza organizations like the Dragon Society typically only have four or five low-ranking members managing a street when collecting protection money—not many people. After all, the Yakuza are actually quite short-handed, and the higher-ups aren't willing to do such menial tasks.

So... Tanaka Yu and Director Tachibana both looked at Harunobu.

Facing the gazes of his two partners, Qingxin calmly said, "These guys have come to me of their own accord, I won't let them get away with it."

"We didn't say you did anything wrong," Tanaka Yu said, hands on his hips, amused. "Besides, even the head assistant of the Nishikiyama Group wouldn't go to personally take over protection."

Chapter 124

"Fine."

"Oh, well, that's not my fault. They wanted to protect someone caught in the act of violence." Harunobu declared confidently, recounting Yamashita Gojiro's actions, causing the just-awakened Yamashita Gojiro to faint again. If it weren't for Harunobu's orders, Kondo Sawa, who was carrying him, would have loved to throw this jinx on the ground and stomp on him a thousand times!

"Alright, let's not talk about these rotten bastards anymore." Harunobu steered the conversation back on track. "Is there any movement from above? What are the lords of the Choshu Domain doing?"

Tanaka Yu spread his hands, disdainfully saying, "You think everyone's like you, acting like someone's pointing a gun at you? Those old men are probably still in bed with women, making love..."

At this point, Hirako's voice rang out: "Teacher's College, all the prisoners have been locked up. What's next?"

Tanaka Yu immediately fell silent, watching as Hiraharu Shin was instantly surrounded by a swarm of women. He expertly handed a glass of water to Director Tachibana, allowing the director, who was witnessing such a scene for the first time, to catch his breath. Speaking of women, this guy seemed even more outrageous than those gentlemen. Putting aside everything else, those women who weren't forced or were only after money were far inferior to these female swordsmen.

"Wait a minute." Harunobu grabbed Hirako's hand, and took the water glass that Hosho Amu handed him with his other hand and took a sip. "Phew... Since the men aren't making any moves, of course we should seize the opportunity to catch a few more. Chief Tachibana probably doesn't mind if there are a few more wronged souls in the station, right?"

"Our office is protected by a powerful barrier set up by the abbot of Senso-ji Temple, so there will be no vengeful spirits here." Director Tachibana raised his eyebrows, a smile appearing on his resolute face, clearly understanding Harunobu's meaning.

That means taking advantage of the fact that the higher-ups haven't reacted yet, quickly killing off some of the most deserving of death, to avoid any unpleasantness like exchanging favors later.

After all, politicians are untrustworthy. Even those who are currently on Harunobu's side would certainly not hesitate to betray him for greater gains. Harunobu certainly doesn't want things to turn out that way, but fortunately, the benefit he wants is simple: to kill the Demon Dragon Society. He doesn't really care how they die.

Being tried and executed by law is acceptable, being killed by one's own hands is best, but dying unjustly in a detention center's iron cell is also not out of the question.

As an honest and upright police officer who upholds professional ethics, Tanaka Yu looked at the dirty deal unfolding before his eyes and felt that the world was going to the dogs and people's hearts were no longer what they used to be. He couldn't help but say, "Actually, the barrier isn't perfect. Maybe some skeletons, will-o'-the-wisps, evil spirits, or vengeful ghosts will appear, right?"

Then it's quite normal to accidentally kill all the scum in a cell, right?

"Old ginger is indeed spicier." Qingxin gave a thumbs up. "But we still need to control ourselves a bit and give the higher-ups some face."

After all, they still need to be the ones to fend off the backers of the Demon Dragon Society. Besides, not every Yakuza deserves to die. Sending them to the crab fishing boats in Hokkaido is a way for them to turn over a new leaf.

"Alright, since things are going so well, I won't waste any more time here." Harunobu pulled Hirako out, and the disciples naturally followed. In the blink of an eye, the detention center hall, which had just seemed very cramped, became spacious again.

Director Tachibana picked up his water glass, finished the last bit of water, and looked at Tanaka Yu with a languid expression: "Where do you think Taira Seiko picked up this child back then?"

Tanaka Yu rolled his eyes without any politeness: "Do you think you can just pick up a kid like this? Even if you could, your taciturn nature will only bury their talent."